When a factory deteriorates, there are certain areas that adopt a certain charm. This used to be an empty place where I can imagine that the workers would collect outside during their coffee breaks and perhaps have a cigarette to relax. The would have a conversation talking about their evenings spent with their families, their hobbies, and their general daily life when not working in the factory. Now it is left to its own devices. Nature is taking possession, with various wayward seeds growing to flowering plants, some calling them weeds. Since I took the photo about five years ago, the wild growing plants are no longer. The factory no longer exists. It has been demolished. It is now a car park, although with time a new building will arise – perhaps again in 50 years to be demolished for something new. Life changes so quickly.